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A beautiful violin solo followed by the most beautiful bass solo in Good Feeling by the Violent Femmes.

You can tell too that it's out of sequence cause there's a track or two in the middle stretch where Armstrong's voice is shot to hell and then suddenly sounds a lot better on the final tracks. But it is pretty great, the only Rancid record that matters.

Frost setting up a fully functional oil company in a minute just might be my favorite plot hole of all time.

This is the presidential equivalent of John Wayne Gacy Jr. inviting policemen to his house to have dinner while his victims rot under the floorboards.

Goddamit is that ending (song) great or what.

See, I also got into The Velvets fairly late with a knowledge of many their successors but for me it was the opposite. They still sounded more exciting and adventurous than anything they influenced. You can practically hear future subgenres of rock being born as you listen to them. Sunday Morning is a clear college

Somehow reading about all of these albums in a row just made me mad.

"Taste is subjective and all, but if you have a top-five action-movies list and Hard Boiled isn’t on it, your top five ain’t shit.
[…]
The actual movie parts of the movie, of course, are complete nonsense."

This is missing the inherent joy of the best Rube Goldberg machines by moving too fast. Half the time I didn't even know where to focus.

Consider me one of the die hards. My favorite film of this decade so far.

Nick Nolte in Thin Red Line is one of my favorite performances of all time. It's a character type you've seen a million times in war films but for the first time I felt like I truly empathized with that character. That's probably a healthy bit of Malick working right there but definitely a whole lot of Nolte.

This is my Star Wars. Can't wait.

Also, I don't get our supposed "gradual realization" that Lester's journey isn't one with the deepest of meanings. Even with the all clunkiness, I've always thought it's a fairly good character study of a middle-aged idiot. And surprisingly funny, still. My single biggest problem with the film might be the fact that

People don't talk enough about The Long Riders. For my money, one of the ten best westerns and certainly the best Jesse James western. Even if it's more of an ensemble film about him and his entire gang, I feel his life's latter days are very well served by the film's elegiac tone.

I believe the exact line goes "You have a rendezvous with my ass, motherfucker!" right after John Malkovich has said something about a rendezvous to him over the phone. Made me laugh pretty hard the first time I saw it.

It's a pretty good premise but the back half of the novel is pretty much just the main character being chased by the authorities. By that point, the premise doesn't matter much. It could be the ending to any old thriller.

When Reg Cathey walked on screen, I had to pause the episode and have a fit of the giggles before I could continue watching. I love being surprised by seeing my favorite people collaborating!

My favorite thing about this movie might be the fact that the dvd I own is suitable for all ages, yet in the making of feature and commentary track (which obviously weren't rated) John Waters talks giddily and at length about rim jobs and secret circle jerk parties in Baltimore.

When was the last time you watched Beetlejuice? It's a pretty damn tame comedy.

Yes. They're fine as a band but that shaman poet bullshit almost ruins it for me. Doesn't help that Ray Manzarek is probably the biggest proponent of the whole "Jim Morrison was a genious shaman poet" myth.